#year: 1993

[that-butch-archivist]

source: Rubyfruit Mountain: A Stonewall Riots Collection by Andrea Natalie

Year of publication: 1993

[nocontextspiderman]

Spider-Man Unlimited #2 (1993)

[gatespage]

Gates McFadden poses with the ‘Justman’ shuttle on the TNG set (3/5/1993)

Robert Justman

“My favorite actress displays my favorite personal vehicle. When she auditioned for the role of Dr Beverly Crusher, she was so impressive that we had to cast her immediately. So, Gates McFadden was the first actor to land a role on Star Trek: TNG.”

[brazaesthetic]

Almanacão de férias Tuema da Mônica (1993)

[irishhills]

glam

Jane buys a little bit of blue eyeshadow from the drugstore with her allowance.

It’s such a silly thing to buy. Her parents could afford to buy her much fancier makeup, something much more expensive, and not even for a special occasion. They like to do stuff like that – show off their wealth, even to their kids, who understand it better than anyone. At least, that’s what Jane tells herself. She’s seventeen now, almost a senior in high school, and she’s well read enough to know that being rich is embarrassing.

The blue eyeshadow isn’t an attempt to look less posh, or whatever you might want to call it. She’s not trying punk on like it’s a costume. She just really wants to do something that will piss off her dad.

It’s the oldest story in the world.

She’s not even sure when Ted stopped paying attention to her. Maybe it was right around the time he found out Amy hadn’t been a virgin for years. Maybe he thought Jane was a lost cause. That nothing he could say would keep his daughters from venturing outside of marriage, or whatever hopelessly Catholic value he feels like clinging to this week. Ted is one of those people who’s only Catholic when it suits him. As she’s gotten older, Jane’s found it’s been pretty obvious. She can’t wait to tell him she likes girls, too.

The blue eyeshadow won’t make him pay attention. Jane knows that. She’s not above living inside a cliché, but she is above believing in redemption. She’s above believing she can make anybody do anything, even if she thinks that’s what it should be.

The blue eyeshadow is there so she can say, Dad, do you like that I’m glam?

And he can look at her and say nothing. Just contemptuously snort and pretend like she’s not there, not eating breakfast in front of him, not the last Egan kid left at home. That means something to Mom, after all.

But it’s what she wants. To confirm to herself that he doesn’t care.

It will make it that much easier to move out of that place.

That too cavernous, impersonal, terrible space.

She puts the blue eyeshadow on the counter and thinks about how much better it was when her siblings still lived there.

How once upon a time, it didn’t echo.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 13!)

[sagradofemenin0]

Maison Margiela Tabi. (1993-)

[angiebowiearchive]

Rock & Folk (1993)

[if you’re interested in translating this, feel free to drop me a message!]

[that-butch-archivist]

source: Rubyfruit Mountain: A Stonewall Riots Collection by Andrea Natalie

Year of publication: 1993